Warning: This document contains Adult Material. If it is illegal where you live to view adult material, leave now! If you find Adult material offensive, you may also leave now.
If you have not left, then it is assumed you are either not illegal and you would not be offended by the content of this story. So sit back and hopefully enjoy. Also I want it to made know that I know absolutely nothing about Mr. Andre Benjamin's sexuality. I only based this story on my own fantasies.
Feedback is cheerfully encouraged! If anyone that would like me to write a story about your experiences send me to dreamspinner501@aol.com
Let me preceed this story by saying that I am the biggest Outkast fan that there is on earth. I never thought in a million years that this would happen to me. Let me introduce myself. My name is Brian. I'm 18 years old 6'1 175lbs of perfectly (and naturally) bronzed muscle. I'm not one to brag...oh to hell with it I am one to brag. I'm very attractive. My light brown eyes perfectly match my medium brown complexion, I have a smile that could light a room, an ass to match and a fat cock in that front rivals most porn actors. Anyway enough about me. This story is not so much about me as the object of my desire, Andre Benjamin aka Dre 3000 of Outkast. You know, the crazy one.
Well, you know who he is and I am, now let me tell you about why my life is going downhill now. It all started when my friend, Maurice and I decided that we wanted to attend the "Smokin Grooves" Tour this summer when it came to Chicago. We bought our tickets too late because they were extremely shitty. We would be way in the back in lawn seats. We figured though it was better than not going at all and missing out on that beautiful body that is Andre. Anyway we got over the fact that our tickets sucked got on with our lives until one Monday morning I got a phone call. I was quite pissed because it woke me up at 7:30 and I wasn't going to go to school that day. I picked up the phone and tried to sound as sick as I could in case it was my mother. Needless to say, it wasn't. It was the call that changed my life. I couldn't beileve it, it was my favorite radio station calling me to ask me a trivia question to win tickets to the Smokin Grooves concert. I quickly shook off any traces of my previous slumber so that I could sound as clear as possible. Finally my being an endless source of useless information paid off as I was able to answer the question without so much a breaking a sweat, and I was pretty hot in my bedroom. I was floored. I actually got FRONT ROW tickets to the concert. I didn't even care that I had other tickets that I really could do anything with. Shit, I could've wiped my ass with them at that point. I got dressed and went to school that day as I knew Mike did and I had to tell him immmediately.
"I know they called." Mike said. He wasn't sharing in the joy as I'd wanted him to. "I was listening when they did it. In fact I was the one who entered you in the contest months ago."
"You prick." I said, but my ear-to-ear pretty much took any possible malice out of the statement.
"Yes I know." He said "Now what do I get out of this?"
"You get to find a date so you can sit on the lawn with your two tickets."
"Bitch!" He began
"It was just a joke, Jesus. You need to chill out kid before you have a heart attack."
"You know I don't play when it come to my man, Big Boi." (Big Boi is the second member of the Duo Outkast, btw)
"Big Boi, please. Dre outdoes him in every way, but that's another argument. The fact is that we're going. We need to celebrate."
"No we need to get rid of those tickets."
"Are you sick?"
"Not the new tickets. God you're an idiot, Brian. The ones we bought."
"How?"
"Somebody'll want to buy them."
"What about Max?"
"Yeah he really like Lauryn Hill and she's on the tour too."
"Find out."
"Do I look like you, bitch. Please! You find out."
"Whatever, God you're such a brat."
"This means nothing to me. Anyway Max is right there."
Mike called Max over to us and explained the situation. Max wanted the tickets, but he didn't have the money on him. I suggested that we just go get it, because the bell was about to ring soon and we would have to seperate to our classes and wouldn't be able to discuss it. So the three of us left school and headed to Max's house.
As we were walking I drifted off into my own little world, not even realizing that I was daydreaming. I could've sworn every detail was real.
"Brian." I turned around to the sound of my name. It was Dre! What! I rubbed my eyes and he was still there. I said fuck it and just went with the flow. I wanted to tell him what a big fan of Outkast I was, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. I just extended my hand to shake his. He took one look at that and took my hand, but instead of shaking it he put my hand on his very hard cock. That was all the encouragement that I needed. I began stroking his cock through his pants. Normally I notice his outfits, this time I didn't care what he was wearing. It was the equipment underneath I was interested in. I kept rubbing and stroking his cock in his pants until I saw the tent and I knew I had to have it.
I dropped to my knees like I had no legs at all and did what I knew I was concieved for. I worked magic on that wonderful piece of chocolate. I took is veiny 9in monster into my mouth. I never deep-throated before, but I got him all the way to his pubes. I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my face. I slurped and slobbed all over his rod. Sucking him for all I was worth. I heard him groan deeply, I knew he was enjoying this just as I was. I continued on his love pole and tasted his salty precum. His is thicker than most i've had. After tasting the escence of this man I had to have him in the most intimate way possible. I pulled off of his cock with a loud pop. I stripped with the urgency of a drunken prom date. I dropped to all fours and screamed for him to take me.
And take me he did. He cock was fully coated with my saliva and his precum so no other lube was needed. He showed no mercy. No sooner did I feel the head pressing on my hole. Did I feel his 9in filling me up to the guts. Oh god, it felt so good. His pace was furious fucking my hole like a pussy and I love it. I cried out in pleasure. He responded by leaning down to kiss me passionately and by playing with my very hard nipples. I was furiously stroking my own 8.5 inches. While I was being drilled by this Nubian King.
"Oh God, Dre. Fuck Me! Please, I need it!" His only response was to pick up his already blinding speed and intensity. I knew what was coming, or should I say cumming, next! I my hand magically increased it's speed to match that of Dre's. I felt the tightness in my balls while Dre's moaning got louder my breathing was getting heavier by the second until I could no longer stand it. Oh god, Dre I'm gonna cum! Oh! Oh shit! I squealed as I stained the floor with 7 thick spurts of creamy white boyjuice followed by several smaller ones. I almost was literally blown off of Dre's cock when I felt him erupt in my guts. He blasted my insides with his seed. Oh how I wish I were a woman to be pregnant with his child. His spurts lasted longer than even my own. We collapsed with Dre still inside of me. We embrace in a long wet passionate kiss. He softly whispered in my ear.
"Brian, Brian"
"Brian!" What the fuck was going on? Why am I on my back in and looking a Mike and Max.
"What happened?" I asked
"You walked into the stop sign, genius, you've been out ever since." Max replied
"How long was that?"
"About a minute." Mike answered
"That must've been some dream you were having dude. You're pants are all wet."
"Oh shit." I said
"What was it." Max forever the perv asked.
"Help me up and I'll tell you." They help me to my feet, but I was still a little lightheaded from the orgasam.
"So what was it?" Max pressed
"Alright, so you know how I feel Dre 3000, right?"
To Be Continued.